Written (I think) in Pueblo, or maybe Fort Collins, Colarado, this was declared a runner up by Phil Ambler over at his Prediction page today - thank you for that, Phil! - but less so for next week's words which are vaccine, ground and address
The blacksmith’s wife [part 29]
Fearing malevolence, and assuming I could thwart it, the earl insisted on my presence at the birth.
His lady gave no flicker of acknowledgement, too sharp-speared with labour pain, the like of which, before winter, would be mine to suffer too, but I trusted my son would not appear so goblin-like as this wizened little red-haired gnome, the image of its father.
Having been three days away I hastened home, to find Gabriel speared between the goblin-gnarled, lard-flickered thighs of the tavern-keeper’s wife, but could not judge who screamed loudest from the bucketful of still-hot cinders I emptied over them.
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